The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

The Gluttonous Blood Tree swayed in the wind, its malevolent aura thick, as Carson Flores threw the nearly shattered bodies of two Barbarian Warriors over.

The tree’s branches danced, instantly entwining and pulling them back, its countless tendrils piercing into the corpses to absorb their energy.

A moment later, two enormous flowers resembling Cannibal Flowers emerged, opening their serrated mouths wide and swallowing the bodies, now almost dried husks.

Blood surged across the Gluttonous Blood Tree, and Carson Flores clearly felt its aura becoming notably stronger than before.

The absorption and evolution speed is quite fast!

Once the Gluttonous Blood Tree completely devoured the two corpses, Carson brought it back, returning it to the Sea of Consciousness.

Two tags acquired.

Carson continued forward, completing his previous goal, searching for a suitable location.

Before long, Carson found a mountain range, with towering peaks stretching endlessly.

Carson set up the array plates made by Ilvarion Arnold, arranging them between the mountain peaks according to specific orientations, and soon completed the setup.

Carson breathed a sigh of relief. When the formation activates, the mountains will instantly transform into a world of flames.

From now on, he could begin his plan to wait and ambush his prey.

The reason for choosing to lay the formation in the central region was because the likelihood of enemies appearing there was the greatest.

If he placed the formation in some remote corner where no one goes, how could he kill enemies and seize tags?

Carson took out a set of table and chairs from his Space Ring, leisurely sitting down and brewing a pot of Immortal Tea, sipping it at ease.

Easily defeating two Carp Dragon Realm Barbarian Warriors had increasingly solidified Carson’s confidence in his own strength.

He had only used the Eight-Armed Arhat, leaving many other trump cards untouched.

An hour later, Niall Sinclair arrived first, and quickly spotted Carson, as Carson hadn’t hidden himself, sitting there openly drinking tea.

Niall Sinclair landed opposite Carson, looking surprised: "Aren’t you being too conspicuous?"

Carson chuckled, sent over a chair, and picked up the teapot to pour Niall Sinclair a cup of tea.

"If I hide, others won’t find me, and you won’t either."

Niall Sinclair brushed away a few locks of hair that had fallen, gracefully sitting across from Carson, took a sip from her teacup: "Aren’t you afraid of being targeted by the Barbarian Tribe?"

Carson laughed: "The formation is already set up, I’m just afraid they won’t come now."

The first to arrive are definitely those who haven’t had time to form teams; with the power of the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, it can suppress everything.

Phoenix Fire is not something everyone can withstand.

It burns everything!

Niall Sinclair smiled gently: "Alright then, let’s drink tea."

Niall Sinclair practiced the Ancient Supreme Technique, Primordial Mysterious Water Art; although she just entered the Superior Grade not long ago, among the Supreme Immortals, she possessed a dominating strength, coupled with a hidden killing array, there wasn’t much to fear.

Suddenly, three figures appeared in the sky, sensing the aura here, swooping down like hunting hawks.

However, as they reached the mountain peaks, seeing the two people drinking tea, their faces froze.

Are they drinking tea?

In this bloody battle situation, their aura not concealed at all, just openly sitting here drinking tea?

Carson looked up, his previously expectant expression quickly dropping.

Because these three were also Demon Race contestants, technically speaking, they were allies.

This battle couldn’t be fought.

The anticipation was in vain.

The three figures in the sky looked at the leisurely pair, feeling incredibly conflicted. What kind of strength do they have, to be so brazen? Does your sect know how arrogant you are?

The leading man bowed his hands: "Faelion Compton of the Sky-reaching Gate greets the two fellows."

Carson smiled, also bowing: "Carson Flores and Niall Sinclair of the Illusory Snake Sect."

Faelion Compton asked in bewilderment: "What are you two doing here? This is the central area, you could encounter Barbarian foes at any moment, likely in teams..."

Carson lifted his teacup: "Thirsty, enjoying some tea, care to join us, fellows?"

Faelion Compton shook his head: "We need to meet up with the sect disciples, won’t disturb you further."

Carson smiled: "Alright, safe journey, all of you."

Faelion Compton wore a strange expression, wanting to say something else but realizing that entering the kill zone wouldn’t be for idiots, if they dared to drink tea here, they surely had the nerve.

Realizing this, Faelion Compton glanced over with some astonishment, Has the strength of Illusory Snake Sect disciples reached such an intimidating level?

Mocking all opponents?

Not only Faelion Compton, but everyone watching the projection in the square was shocked too.

They had just seen Carson Flores calmly slay two Carp Dragon Realm Barbarian Warriors, and now, turning their heads, viewed him on another’s projection.

It was apparent that this site wasn’t far from the prior battle location; so Carson Flores killed the two, then happily and leisurely drank tea here.

Everyone wore odd expressions, many turning to look at Sect Master Garlan Parrish of the Illusory Snake Sect.

Garlan Parrish looked at the screen’s teapot, teacups, and chairs, his mouth twitching inadvertently.

You’re way too much trouble!

Do you not regard anyone else in your eyes?